To hang our head—ostensibly—, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

To hang our head—ostensibly—

105

To hang our head—ostensibly—

And subsequent, to find

That such was not the posture

Of our immortal mind—

Affords the sly presumption

That in so dense a fuzz—

You—too—take Cobweb attitudes

Upon a plane of Gauze!

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